Anna Property: Special Breakfast

Anna woke up on a Sunday morning feeling exceptionally playful. With her breakfast prepared, she eagerly awaited the arrival of her lucky slave, bursting with anticipation for their morning ritual. This time, she had prepared something unique to push his limits even further. As the slave entered her quarters, he couldn't help but smile at the delicious aroma filling the room. Anna's eyes shone brightly with excitement as she motioned for him to take a seat at the table flanked by two gleaming golden thrones. Her outfit was an alluring mix of leather and lace, accentuating her figure perfectly. On the table lay a feast for the eyes: freshly baked waffles, crispy bacon, and sweet syrup were arranged alongside a bowl of juicy-looking berries. But there was something different about this meal. Amongst all these delicacies lay a plate piled high with feces - moist, warm, and inviting. Anna leaned forward, her face flushed with anticipation. "Today's breakfast is special," she purred. "You're going to eat that plate of shit. Not only because it's delicious," she added with a wicked grin, "but also because it will make things more difficult for you next time." The slave couldn't believe his eyes or his luck. Eating shit was borderline taboo in his world, but here he was, staring down at the most inviting looking pile of it he had ever seen. Slowly, he picked up a small piece between his fingers and brought it to his mouth. As he tasted the sweet, earthy flavor, he couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Around him, Anna watched with glee as he devoured the feces one morsel at a time. She instructed him to savor every bite, to make it last as long as possible. And so he did, groaning and moaning in pleasure while she watched on with composed intensity. As he finished the last morsel of their special breakfast, Anna leaned back in her throne, contented. She had pushed him to new limits with this meal, and she couldn't wait for their next session. A sense of power coursed through her veins; she was in control, and her slave would do anything she asked. "That was excellent, slave," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Now get ready for our next adventure. I have something else planned that will make you want to vomit." Anna paused, her eyes glinting with mischief. "But don't worry," she added with a wink. "I'm sure this time, you'll be strong enough to handle it." And with that, Anna walked away, leaving behind a trail of erotic tension and forbidden desire. The slave couldn't help but squirm in excitement at the thought of what lay ahead. As he tried to compose himself, one thing was clear: Anna Property was not someone you wanted to disappoint.

Their next session could not come soon enough...